DEAR.: Party Monster x29: Part 3
Please note:
This is part THREE of the series--please read part one
HERE
or part two
Here
before proceeding!
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Thursday, November 3 - Nippon Gaishi Hall (Aichi)
[First] START 13:30
Yuri had finished changing and rushed down the tunnel toward where he normally met Ryosuke, reaching up to fix his mic, filled with mixed feelings as he considered the fact that today was their last show, when he nearly ran into Ryosuke, both of them turning to walk down the hallway to the waiting area.
"Ryo, can you fix my cord to my earpiece?" Yuri stopped just as they were about to enter the room with the other 7 members--the faint lights from above them casting strange shadows around the area.
"Yep!" Ryosuke moved up behind Yuri, seeing where the cord had caught on the edge of his jacket, carefully pulling it lose and making sure it tucked down beside his neck.
He smiled when he felt Yuri shiver from his touch, the grin spreading as he reached down to his hips, grabbing the loops on his jeans and pulling them gently back and forth as he pulled down on them.
Yuri huffed, his hands going to cover Ryosuke's, attempting to still them, "Stop that!" his voice was a hiss, but only caused Ryosuke to pull even harder on the loops.
Yuri's hips wiggled back and forth against his will from the force of the push and pull of Ryosuke's hands, sighing in annoyance as he tried to step backwards, finding Ryosuke nothing short of a brick wall as he had foreseen this attempt to stop him and stepped forward in advance.
"You pull your jeans up too high, Yuri," Ryosuke breathed softly into his ear, humming when he felt Yuri press back into him, "It’s the last day, just give the fans what they want."
Yuri sighed, no longer resisting as Ryosuke finally had the jeans pulled down onto his hips, feeling foreign and strange not resting where he preferred them.
He sucked in a breath when Ryosuke's hand slid around his waist, his fingers running softly across the exposed skin, tracing one of the lines of his hip bone. His skin was sensitive, his abdomen tightening reflexively as his fingers moved along the edge of where the jeans now rest-dipping slowly, sensually down under the band of his boxers that were riding above the top of the jeans now--causing Yuri to inhale sharply, one of his hands jerking forward to rest on Ryosuke's wrist.
As the muscles hardened, Rysouke flattened his hand, pressing it into Yuri's abdomen, pulling him backward until his body rest perfectly against his own, his mouth tickling his ear as he whispered, "Better yet, give me what I want."
Suddenly, both of Ryosuke's hands were resting firmly on Yuri's hips, holding them tightly as he rolled his own hips against him, laughing lightly when Yuri groaned, slapping away his hands and moving forward the few steps to enter into the area where the others were waiting.
Ryosuke was still laughing as he listened to see how much time they had...probably only about thirty more seconds, he lifted his eyebrows as if to say "What!?" when Yuto narrowed his eyes at him, then shook his head before he leveled a knowing look at him, laughing lightly.
He shrugged, not really caring how close they had cut it, it was worth it to unnerve Yuri which was one of his favorite things these days.
Fifteen seconds.
He could feel the thrill as the adrenaline began to flow through his veins, he started to bounce on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as the anticipation grew.
Ten seconds.
Keito stepped to the edge of the door, with Yuto directly behind him, Yuri was in front of Ryosuke, undoubtedly going through his quiet "I can do this" moments before this song as it STILL wasn't one of his favorites. It didn't seem to matter to him how many different ways that Ryosuke had told him how unbelievably and undeniably sexy he was (which rounded up to about 124 at this point)--that was Ryosuke's job. Period.
Five seconds.
Keito began walking through the doorway, followed quickly by Yuto. The moment he'd stepped through the dark opening Yuri had turned around, stepping straight up and into Ryosuke, who threw his arms up, startled by the quick movement, blinking rapidly.
Before he could understand what was happening, Yuri's mouth was on his, biting softly at his bottom lip. Yuri's tongue warm and spicy from the tea he tended to drink between sets, a quick but passionate kiss that promised much more than it should, and then the softness of his lips moving quickly to the side of Ryosuke's face as his tongue traced a path from his jaw to his ear, where he sucked lightly on his earlobe. Rysouke's body broke out in chills, his hands coming down, one of them threading quickly into Yuri's hair pulling him closer.
Yuri's hands moved smoothly across Ryosuke's abdomen, his fingers tickling the delicate skin there, as they swept across his waist, reaching around him to pull him harshly forward into him. His mouth released Ryosuke's ear as his voice held a sing-song quality full of mischief, whispering so that his lips barely touched the shell of his ear, "I'll give you exactly what you want, you just wait, Ryosuke."
And as quickly as it had happened, as if it were something that he had imagined or dreamed, Yuri was gone out the dark exit. Ryosuke's mouth opened and closed, unable to move or react, as Yuri had just one-upped his game in a deeply profound way--a new and exciting way--decidedly unexpected way--shocking Ryosuke so much that for the first time, he was fifteen seconds late for a cue.
There'd be hell to pay for that from the members...no doubt about it.
[Second] START 18:00
The concert had gone smoothly, the group was both extremely excited and also sad to think it was their last official concert for this tour. They’d put together a few special segments through this particular show, as a fan appreciation kind of event.
Throughout the evening they would appear inside specially designed ‘hot air balloons’ with a large basket on the bottom for each of them to sit or stand in-allowing them to relax for a few minutes to gain their strength while staff went through the audience to take questions for the idols to answer. They’d randomly drawn numbers, with Ryosuke ending up being grouped with Yuto and Daiki. He was assigned the center balloon which would hang above the stage, moving outward from the center curtain and suspending higher than the other two. They were built with a paneling around the base of it which hid the drinks and the costumes they would change into when the lights went off.
The panels were lit up with LED lights that the staff would control and put different symbols and words on them throughout the Q&A. Inside there was a stool in case they wanted to sit, a box with their costumes, and a crate that had towels, ice cold water bottles, and tissues. The sides were made high to ensure their safety, which meant it came up quite a bit higher on Ryosuke because of his height-they’d actually had the audacity to ask him if he wanted a platform put in his so he ‘could see over the top’.
Idiots.
Ryosuke had looked for Yuri during the few minutes he had before it was time for his turn, but didn’t see him anywhere. He climbed the steps to the platform that led to the balloon carefully, to prevent tripping, as he was still in the ‘Dear’ costume-which had been sung out of order and in a different configuration than the normal concerts-the pink coat covering him from head to toe. He waited in the wing, listening to what was being said before his name was announced, stepping out from the curtain, waving as he opened the door to and stepped inside the cart, locking the door then shuffling his feet as it felt like someone had put the costume box right in the middle of the basket.
The spotlight was so hot, bearing down on him at a bad angle because of the way the balloon was situated, and he was thankful that Yuri had talked him into just wearing underwear with the coat-which honestly, was entirely too heavy despite him having asked the staff multiple times if they couldn’t come up with a thinner material. As it was, they normally had on a full set of clothing under it, but the change up in set and locations meant that Ryosuke would be in one of the mock balconies up top and not moving, which meant he didn’t need to put anything on, and when he finished the Q&A he’d be putting on the clothes for his next song ‘Party Monster’ waiting for him in the box.
He was glad that Yuri had suggested it, at first, he was leery because wardrobe malfunctions happen, but Yuri had pointed out that if the worst thing that could happen was the audience seeing a peek of his boxers that wasn’t anything too scandalous. For the sake of comfort, he’d agreed, and was relieved he did because there was nothing that could make this coat, which mostly felt like he was wearing drapes, any more comfortable.
He grasped the edge of the cart as it began moving forward, the spotlight already much better than it had been at the small change in position, having the faint light from the backdrops to make the glare from the spotlights less severe. Once the other two members were announced, the balloon began to lift higher into the arena rather quickly. His fingers were white on the edge, but otherwise he’d learned to control his innate fear of heights.
That said, when he felt something touch his leg, he jumped backward, a yelp coming out of his mouth as he looked down into the floor of the cart to see Yuri covering his mouth, laughing, and trying to signal for him to act normal and not say anything.
“You okay, Yama-chan?” Daiki asked from below him, his eyes landing on one of the screens across the venue that showed the cameras were focused on him wide eyed, causing everyone to laugh.
Ryosuke couldn’t school his expression, he looked around realizing that there was no way anyone else would know that Yuri was in the cart with him. It didn’t explain what he was actually doing in the balloon with him, but it did give him the ability to take a deep breath before he spoke.
“Oh, you know me…” he made a show of holding on tightly to the edges of the cart, “just a little nervous about heights! Which naturally means I would be assigned the one that goes up highest!”
It’s totally true, damn staff thinking they’re so funny.
They all laughed and he was thankful that Hikaru was on stage as the MC as he began the Q&A with some guidelines and rules.
While he was doing this, Ryosuke glanced down to see Yuri sitting crosslegged, his back up against the front of the cart, smiling up at him. Ryosuke reached up behind his head so he could switch off his mic, clicking the button and then without looking down, speaking, “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“Keeping my promise,” Yuri’s voice was firm, an edge to it that caused Ryosuke to glance down at him, wide eyed, and confused, then very concerned when he saw the glint of mischief shining from Yuri’s eyes.
“What do you think, Yama-chan?”
He jerked when he heard his name over the speakers, quickly switching his mic back on and laughing, “I’m sorry guys, I’m really out of sorts! Can you repeat the question please?”
Hikaru mockingly put his hands on his hips and made a big show of frowning to indicate that he was mad at Ryosuke which caused the audience to laugh, then said, “Pay attention this time, the question is whether we will be doing a special song for our tenth anniversary?”
Ryosuke hummed, nodding his head, “Well, I think it’s entirely possible we wi-“ his word was cut off with a squeal, when he felt Yuri’s hand on his leg, reaching under the robe, and slowly tickling his calf, he cleared his throat, “-so sorry, sorry, this thing isn’t stable this afternoon!”
He shook the cart like it was scary, giving them his best Idol smile, “…but I’ll endure it for you, lovely fans!”
The crowd all said “ahhh” and “oohhh” and then he continued, “It’s certainly possible,” he tried to slap away Yuri’s hands as they moved higher up on his thigh, but the coat hindered him, “we would do a special release,” as soon as he said the word Yuri’s hand moved across the front of his underwear, slowly, teasingly, causing Ryosuke’s voice to go higher, the friction causing a rush of excited desire to flood his body, his skin tingling with goosebumps, despite his brain completely freaking out, “a-a release-but we haven’t been given an-y-y information on it.”
The last words were rushed out, his hand already on the switch on his mic turning it off instantly, as he bent down like he was getting a water bottle, his face inches from Yuri’s as he hissed, “Damn it, Chinen, stop fucking around, I’m working here!”
If the words had any effect what so ever on Yuri it was impossible to tell, because he still had some kind of devious, self-satisfied smile on his face as he held up the water bottle for Ryosuke, whispering, “Go do your damn job, Yamada, I’m working here!”
Ryosuke stared at him, trying to read him and then everything clicked, the way he’d brought up the change in the sets and how he could just wear boxers under the coat, even the fact that despite thinking he’d packed his normal boxers, when he’d gotten dressed at the venue the ones in his bag were a pair of the underwear that Yuri had bought them that he’d been harassing him to try.
Ryosuke had been reluctant, as he was a man of comfort and frankly if he found something he liked, he didn’t want to change it.
That said, he was in no position to argue since he couldn’t go on stage commando, so he’d used the underwear, some kind of special style, which was fine, the advertisement on the package was right when it said that it made access far easier than the normal style of underwear-which was good, especially in their line of work and lack of time for breaks, and in all truth, the fabric was so thin and soft, sleek and comfortable, he might be willing to give up his boxers for something like this,
Of course, the fact that he was wearing the ‘easy access’ underwear while he had on a coat while wearing nothing else but those underwear with his boyfriend at his feet in a cart an ungodly number of feet up in the air was NOT lost on Ryosuke.
“You…y-you…damn….fuck…” Ryosuke was beyond words, sputtering in anger, and nearly fell backward when he stood up too quickly as someone said his name again. He switched the mic on, thankful he’d heard the end of the question so he wouldn’t look quite so stupid again.
“I agree with Dai-chan,” he set his mind to say as few words as possible, “one of our favorite parts of new releases is the chance to film a-“ his hand that wasn’t holding the water slammed down on the edge of the cart, clenching to it as hard as he could to mostly stop himself from reaching down and smacking Yuri upside the damn head when both of his hands traveled up his legs, lightly tracing his fingernails on the surface of his already sensitive skin, causing a chill to move up through his body, a shudder shaking him as he finished the thought, “PV for the songs we’ve made for you!”
He kicked his foot forward, not necessarily wanting to hurt Yuri, but needing him to stop what he was doing. He was thankful when the next question was some technical question about drums that Yuto would answer and likely take a while to answer, so he clicked off his mic, still looking out to the crowd as he tried to speak without moving his mouth too much, “Stop it!”
He tried to shift backward but was stopped when one of Yuri’s hands grabbed his ankle, the other one slowly moving further upward, “I mean it, Yuri, knock it off!”
“I told you that I’d give you what you wanted, didn’t I?”
Ryosuke’s eyes snapped down to Yuri’s, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Earlier I told you,” Yuri smiled, a vision of adoration and love, “I’ve been planning this for a while, I know this is a fantasy of yours,” Yuri whispered, his eyes wide and pleading, “Let me give this to you.”
“I-I-what the…n-no Chiisana, please, this isn’t like that,” Ryosuke spoke earnestly, glad that Yuto was exceptionally long winded today, “I don’t-“
“It’s exactly like that, and I can give it to you,” Yuri whispered, his heart so open, so honest, his hands moving up and down Ryosuke’s legs slowly, “Let me, please?”
Ryosuke looked around the arena, fifty-thousand people all paying attention to the four idols in the spotlight, and Yuri was there to what? Fulfill some fantasy of his?
“No.”
He glanced back down, and if he was worried before he was suddenly terrified as he watched the expression on Yuri’s face change from one that was soft and gentle to one that was filled with resolve, “Do your job, stop being my Ryosuke, and be the Idol,” Yuri demanded, recognizing that this was going to require a different tactic to do what he wanted to do, lifting up on his knees, grinning at Ryosuke who was scowling, shaking his head, and then quickly opening his water, taking a deep pull into his mouth hoping it would cool him off.
He spewed the water out, glancing around, relieved he wasn’t on the jumbotron, nearly choking as Yuri’s hands had moved all the way up his legs to the edge of his underwear, his fingers slowly tracing the lines that ran around his thighs causing him to tremble, and then as he looked down with wide eyes, Yuri spoke in no uncertain terms, his voice smooth and firm, but laced with the need he had to do this one thing, the thing only he could do for his beloved, “You can either embrace it, or not, but either way, you’re going to come for me, right here, right now-please, let me give you this without making me feel like I’m molesting you or forcing you to do something you don’t want.”
His fingers began to trace lines around Ryosuke’s abdomen, causing him to break out into a cold sweat, his heart a chaotic rhythm in his head, Yuri’s voice taking on an air of seduction as he continued to speak softly, his tone intimate, knowing, “In front of all of these people, all of these fans, all of them, witnessing you coming undone at my command, but not even knowing, not even seeing what is right before their eyes…”
Ryosuke’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he tried to come up with an argument, any words that might put a stop to this madness…but he knew that Yuri was already aware of the truth, somehow.
“I know it’s what you want…”
Ryosuke sucked in a sharp breath when Yuri’s hand moved down, gripping him through his underwear, the hard length of his arousal speaking volumes as to the effect Yuri’s words had on him no matter how much he wanted to pretend he was above that.
“How…did you kn-“
“You talk in your sleep, remember?” Yuri winked at him, seeing the approval as it crossed his face, the understanding, and the quick nod of his head that meant he was all in, whether a mistake or not-that was all Yuri needed. Ryosuke watched as his face reflected the hunger, the desire he had to do this for him and all he could think was how fortunate he was.
Yuri smiled, his eyes conveying how pleased he was, then moved quickly so there was no chance that Ryosuke would change his mind. Ducking his head down quickly until Ryosuke could no longer see him, instead, his body was covered by the pink fabric of his coat, his mouth landing on his thigh, sucking slowly on the skin with clear intent to leave a bruise as his hands moved around his thighs to pull him forward.
Ryosuke shifted his feet apart, shuffling until he could rest his elbows on the side of the cart bent slightly forward but far enough away for Yuri to fit between him and the wall. He was unclear on what the hell Yuri had done with his own legs, but not particularly caring at the moment, as he held his breath, trying to figure out a way to handle this.
This is insane. We are insane.
His eyes drifted over the crowd, his mind filtering through his options while doing his best to pay attention to the questions, since Daiki was now answering something or another about something he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, because Yuri had moved his mouth up to his belly button and was slowly swirling his tongue there as his hands shifted the “easy access” opening of his underwear to release him.
He hissed, inhaling sharply, his hands gripping the rail as Yuri pushed his legs, forcing him to spread them wider, when Yuri’s hand began to lightly stroke him, his mouth moving back to his leg, sucking hard there again. All his senses were hypersensitive, the venue, the lights, the sounds, the feelings all intoxicating, threatening to overwhelm him. It was as if he could feel the light tickling his skin, the air skimming the edges of his ears, and he heard his name spoken over the crowd, trying to focus, repeating the mantra “be the Idol” over and over again as he stared blankly at Hikaru who was conveying the question the member of the audience had for him. He reached a trembling hand up to turn his mic back on.
“The young lady would like to know who from our group you’re closest to in your personal time and why?”
“Ahh,” he hummed softly, clearing his throat, “We are all very close, of course,” he said just what he would say any other time, because it’s true they are all very close, he bit his lip for a moment, trying to not make a sound, as Yuri twisted his hand, causing a spike of pleasure to travel up his spine, “b-but on our own time we d-do tend to break up into s-smaller groups.”
“I can-can’t speak for others,” he paused unnaturally for a moment, his hands gripping the edge of the cart, knuckles white as he felt Yuri’s tongue move slowly from the base all the way to the tip, once, “but for myself, I…I…um, ahhhh…I spend time with,” twice, “aahhhhh, Keito, and Daiki, and…”
Just as he was about to say the last name, Chinen plunged his mouth down his length, pushing further and further forward as his lips met his hand, sucking hard, humming to increase the sensation.
“CH-HINEN!” the name came out somewhere between a scream and a curse.
Fucking Chinen, I will fucking kill him.
Everyone laughed, and he had no idea what they actually thought was happening, no idea at all, but Hikaru laughed with everyone, “Yeah, you and Chii-chan are very close, we can tell you feel really strongly about that. So…why?”
“Ahhhhh-haaa--hhh,” he drew the sound out longer than he needed to, something between a sigh and a groan, because he HAD to make some kind of noise as Yuri began bobbing his head, slowly working him with his mouth and hand, consuming him, tormenting him, his legs shaking beneath him, “We get along, l-liiiike the saaame things.”
He lifted a shaky hand to wipe across his brow, the sweat threatening to drip down his face, when Hikaru spoke again, nodding, just like they were having a perfectly normal conversation, except Ryosuke felt like he was going to scream if he had to keep talking, “You and Chii-chan are exceptionally close, what makes your friendship with him different than with the other Jump members?”
Fuck!
“Ah…hmmmm…” he hummed, any vocalization was satisfying right now, and then wanted to cry when Yuri stopped. Stopped moving, stopped stroking, stopped everything as if his continuation of this activity was solely dependent on Ryosuke’s answer to the question.
Fucking fuck!
“Yuri is…” a fucking asinine son of a bitch who is going to die a slow and painful death after this show, “my b-best friend…”
The crowd twittered with happiness at the confession then quieted to hear the rest.
Yuri’s hand slid down his shaft, barely touching him, just a tease, one slow soft stroke that make his knees feel like they were going to buckle out from under him, “He k-knows me better than anyone really, and I-I can be m-myself with him.”
Another soft, teasing stroke, a gentle caress of his mouth against the skin on his leg.
“He has a-a beautiful s-soul, and I-I….” He felt Yuri’s breath whisper across the sensitive head, a soft kiss placed on the tip,
“Oohh, mmmy Goooooddddd,” Ryosuke couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, a strangled sound echoing across the arena, his fingers digging into the metal, locking his arms to keep them from shaking, glad he was good at thinking fast, “He would kill me for saying this, s-sooooooo, you guys make s-sure he doesn’t f-find out, okay?”
The crowd buzzed with excitement at being given special insight into the ‘Yamachii’ relationship.
“I really, r-really love him the best,” he announced, slapping the mic away from his face, wanting the attention to leave him as quickly as possible, clicking off the mic, groaning loudly, his eyes open and fixed, praying that they would move on because he could tell that if Yuri moved he was going to come, within seconds, and he did NOT want that to happen with the cameras on him.
The crowd went crazy, and suddenly the lights dimmed a bit and all the screens filled with a montage of pictures of him and Yuri and he couldn’t be bothered to question why they even had something like that prepared, his eyes just focused on it to keep from losing his mind, the pictures flashing one after another and the crowd’s volume growing with each one.
Yuri was still and Ryosuke wanted to scream at him because he was pretty sure he was going to die if he didn’t finish this, his entire body was wound up so tight and he didn’t think he’d ever been as hard as he was right now-and all he wanted, all he needed was Yuri’s mouth.
Everything happened in less than a ten second span of time…
“Fuck, Ree!” his voice was so loud he wanted to cringe, but thankfully it was lost in the sound of the crowd below him, as Yuri was done tormenting Ryosuke, causing him to inhale sharply when his mouth finally moved down, meeting his hand as he bobbed his head, twisting and slurping as he came back up, he was so close.
Once.
The screens in the corner lit up with his face again and he was cursing the entire world-hell, the entire galaxy, because he couldn’t stop this, not now, his face was flushed, his skin slick with sweat, his lips were slightly parted as he was panting, attempting to keep his eyes open, to convey something other than the fact his boyfriend was giving him the most erotic, sensual, and hardcore blowjob ever right in front of all of them and that the first wave of his orgasm was moments away from pulsing through his body. A low groan beginning deep inside.
Twice.
Yuri had known how close Ryosuke was, knowing his body like his own, and he knew just what he needed, one hand on the shaft firm as it pressed back toward his pelvis, moving his mouth around the head like he was enjoying his favorite ice cream cone. He moaned as he felt the tightening, the hand that had been cupping his balls, squeezing lightly, sliding backward to press the heel of his hand upward right where he knew it would bring Ryosuke the most pleasure.
Ryosuke’s entire body froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat making a gasping sound, and the room felt like it was spinning, and then suddenly, he was coming, instantly, hard, his hands reached down to touch Yuri, frustrated by the stupid fabric separating them, not used to feeling alone in this moment. His body shuddered, his hips rolling, thrusting forward into the hand that was holding him firmly at the base of his cock, Yuri’s mouth continuing to move as his body came apart in the ecstasy of his climax. He felt the unique sensation of Yuri swallowing, another wave sweeping through him as he continued to worship him, heightening each sensation as it moved through his body.
He bit his lip, reducing the noises he wanted to make to choked back groans, moans, and gasps that he knew Yuri would hear but no one else would. He wanted him to know what he was doing to him, since he couldn’t see it. When the last wave rushed through him, he whimpered, buckling forward, his hands catching himself on the rail as Yuri slowed his movements, softened his touch, easing him down from the euphoria.
He felt Yuri’s mouth carefully cleaning him, lovingly, gently, making sure he would be comfortable enough to finish the concert, tucking him back in his “easy access” underwear, then slowly Ryosuke opened his eyes, discovering that sometime during that mind-blowing orgasm, the lights had gone out and two of the boys were on the far front stage doing some planned gag with the audience singing along. Glancing behind him he realized the balloon had moved into place for him to exit it and go down the higher flights of steps. They had twelve minutes before they had to be out there for ‘Party Monster’.
He had never been more grateful for complete darkness than that moment, as the area of the stage they were in was bathed in it.
Yuri slid backwards, moving out from under the robe and Ryosuke’s eyes met his, one of his hands releasing the edge, reaching down to grab the hand that fluttered up to him, intertwining his fingers within Yuri’s, pulling him up.
He should be smarter, they both should be smarter, maybe, but there were times in life you just said, ‘screw it all’ and did what felt right, and this was one of those moments. As soon as Yuri was standing, Ryosuke pressed forward to capture his lips with his own, softly, gently and then pulling back to look into his eyes, barely discernible in the dim light of the stage, “Thank you-it was better than…just absolutely...perfect!”
Yuri smiled, and to Ryosuke it seemed like it was so beautiful it could light up the whole arena, “I would do anything to make you smile, Ryosuke, I love you.”
Ryosuke leaned his head forward, pressing a soft kiss to Yuri’s temple, then one on his forehead before he tilted his head down to look into his eyes, “Everything you do makes me smile, Chiisana, everything. I love you.”
Epilogue
A few weeks later the boys were gathered around a table at headquarters discussing some of their end of year plans when Kota pulled out a stack of magazines and threw them on the table, “I think it’s past time to discuss this.”
Everyone was confused, pulling them around to look at them until all eyes shifted and landed on Ryosuke and Yuri who were both looking down at a magazine Keito had pushed between them.
Ryosuke looked up, his expression unreadable, and then he laughed, “What?”
“That’s you and someone in that damn balloon!” Hikaru hissed, standing up.
"No shit, Sherlock, don’t be stupid, Hikka, it’s fucking me and Yuri!” Ryosuke felt challenged, and jumped to his feet, causing the entire room to erupt, bursting into multiple conversations all at once, all of them chaotic and loud, and Ryosuke just looked down, shaking his head, when Yuri raised his voice, trembling as the words filled the room, “Shut the fuck up already!”
Everyone stopped talking, shocked at the outburst, Ryosuke sitting down in the chair next to him, pulling on his hand trying to get him to sit too, but Yuri shook it off, glancing down at him with fire in his eyes.
“We’re allowed to be happy, you don’t have to be happy for us, that might be too much to ask, but I’m not apologizing for loving him.”
Ryosuke wanted to grab Yuri and run him out of the room because he could hear it, he could hear the breaking in his voice and he knew damn well if he started crying in this room with the other members he was going to hate himself.
“Nobody said you needed to apologize, Chii-chan,” Daiki spoke softly, “but you’re also not supposed to draw attention to this….” The sentence ended in a question, one that Daiki was trying to understand.
He waved his hands at the books on the table, “This is bad, you know?”
“Is it really though?” Ryosuke stood up, slamming his hands on the table, frowning when he saw Yuri flinch, instinctively reaching his arm out to the side to press Yuri behind him, comforted when he felt him latch onto his shirt, “Is it REALLY a bad thing? Please, enlighten me, I want to know how it’s a bad thing?”
Some of them shuffled their feet, others looked down, but Ryosuke just raised his voice, “All I see are fucking shadows-if someone can actually identify anything from those pictures, please, show me, I want to see it now! We’re not STUPID! We’re not idiotic enough to get caught!”
He leaned over, grabbing the magazines and pointing at each one, “Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! Nothing!”
“But for sure, you dumbasses, please make sure you harass Yuri, please, make sure you make him feel good and guilty for something that is absolutely going to have zero effect on any one of you! If we did get in trouble it would be US getting in trouble, not you!”
“What you do affects us all!” Hikaru spoke plainly.
“The only bad thing that could come from this is what, please, Hikka, tell me? Cause I’ll kick anyone’s ass who thinks they’re going to screw with us! I’ll walk away from Johnny’s before I leave him.”
Ryosuke took Yuri’s hand that was clenching to his arm, holding it firmly so he’d know he didn’t have to worry.
“I don’t know!” Hikaru admitted, frustrated, “But this can’t be okay!? Can it?”
He looked around at the others, and everyone just shrugged, no one really knowing what to think.
“It’s fine, you guys need to calm the fuck down,” Yuto stated, his eyes shifting around the room, “Keito and I have known for….”
He glanced at Ryosuke, asking for permission-he nodded his head curtly in agreement.
“I’ve known for a long time that they were falling in love, but out of respect for the group, they both lived in denial-if any of you had actually taken the time to pay attention you would have seen how tortured they were. That said, they’ve been living together for almost three years.”
‘Three…wha…” Daiki looked up at Ryosuke and then glanced to Yuri who had his head down, hiding behind him, “You two have been living together, as in living together for almost three damn years?!”
“We have,” Ryosuke stated, unapologetically.
“What the fuck? Who all knew about this?” Daiki couldn’t stop his expression from exposing his hurt feelings, even though he sounded so angry.
“7 knew,” Ryosuke stated, “I’m sorry Dai-chan, but only 7 knew. We were waiting to tell you guys when the time was right, and then there was never a ‘right’ time.”
Ryosuke ran his hands through his hair, frustration marking his words, “Listen, it’s not an easy thing, okay? Making yourself vulnerable-sure, you guys love me and you love Yuri-but how could we predict what you’d feel about us being together? It was a huge risk, one that we were scared to take-not because we didn’t want to share our lives with you, but because we valued our relationship with you enough to want to protect it! Beyond that, we valued our group too much to risk issues that our relationship would create if any of you didn’t support us.”
“…but, it’s been getting harder and harder to pretend in front of you, I mean, you guys are our best friends, and keeping it secret wasn’t because we didn’t trust you, we just…we only told 7 because we were together so much and Yutti is a nosy ass bitch,” he glanced at Yuto who stuck his tongue out at him, mumbling something about being exceptionally perceptive and that he was sending back the anniversary present he’d already purchased for them now.
“And, I mean…Keito practically lives with us,” gesturing to Keito with his hand.
“Heyyyyy,” Keito whined, crossing his arms.
“We’re raising you, Keito, you big baby! Now, be quiet,” Ryosuke snapped, glancing over to see Keito pouting, “Other than those two, and our families, we have been extremely cautious, and we haven’t told anyone else. Partly to protect ourselves, and mostly to protect Jump.”
“I knew,” Kota admitted, shrugging, and honestly, no one was surprised because Kota somehow always seem to know everything, “from the start.”
Ryosuke raised his eyebrow at Kota, a question asked, and then Kota stated firmly, “I knew from the start, Yama-chan-I saw what Yuto saw-I knew you were fighting your feelings for one another when you both were sixteen-however, I knew when I delivered your gifts from your Coming of Age ceremony that you two had finally agreed to be together.”
Ryosuke’s mouth opened and closed, shocked that Kota knew and had allowed them to continue to move forward, while the other members in the room looked at one another with matching expressions of some strange level of shock, not just because of hearing this out loud, but more so, how could they all not know that these two had been dancing around the edges of being a couple for what? Six, seven years?!
“Damn,” Yuya murmured, “That’s a long time to keep something in like that.”
“I admit, I knew, also, more recently,” Kei spoke, almost apologizing, “When I came to your apartment to discuss the stage architecture for the tour last year, I realized it-because you forgot to remove the pictures from your refrigerator.”
Ryosuke nodded, thankful Kei hadn’t made a big deal of it, “It’s hard to have two lives, it’s hard to pretend-we’re just…tired of doing it I guess?”
“I mean…you know,” Daiki spoke earnestly, staring at Ryosuke, “I mean, I don’t think any of us are actually…shocked about this-it’s…just that we…I dunno what I’m trying to say-we would have supported you guys. If we had known we would have.”
“So much makes sense now…” Yuya admitted, “I mean, Dai-chan is right, Best had discussed this, you know but then…I guess we all thought there was no way because you both are such sticklers for the rules and all. We were stupid, we saw it but denied it because it would make things hard on us.”
Yuya glanced around challenging any of the Best members to say it wasn’t true-this was a time to come clean, not continue to stick their heads in the sand.
“I’m sorry,” Hikaru spoke, shaking his head lightly, “I didn’t mean to act like I was unhappy with you guys, this just scares me-it’s been drilled into our heads, no relationships, no relationships, and it’s hard to think differently-dating each other still seems against the rules. But Dai-chan and Yuyan are right, we’d totally go to the mat with you guys! We’d fight Johnny’s right beside you-we’re Jump, not some group that wouldn’t take care of their own.”
“You shouldn’t have to hide it-at least not from us, we’re your group, we’re brothers-but, I do see now that we made you do that-because we ignored what was right in front of us just so we wouldn’t have to deal with it,” Daiki admitted softly, his eyes focused on the magazines in front of him, “We clearly didn’t make it easy on you and I’m sorry for whatever role I played in this.”
“I agree, I should have told you I knew,” Kei whispered softly, his eyes full of apologies, “I’m really sorry you two.”
Some of the others spoke saying different things when Daiki abruptly shouted, “OY!”
Everyone looked at him and he picked up one of the magazines, holding it up and pointing to the blurry picture of the balloon that appeared to have not one but two people in it.
“This was the last concert, this was during the…holy shit!!!” Daiki’s eyes went wide as he opened and closed his mouth, “Fucking, you two were in that damn balloon together and you-“ His finger pointed to Yuri who was looking up at him now, peering cautiously over Ryosuke’s shoulder, eyes wide, “And, oh my God, fucking YOU!” His finger pointed at Ryosuke, “You were-and that, that noise--and your fucking face, was that-fucking hell!”
Everyone was looking at Daiki like he’d lost his mind, and Ryosuke couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up in him as he watched the realization hit the other members one by one, Daiki pulling at his hair, making a noise of exasperation, and then exclaiming, “I don’t know whether to congratulate you two on having the biggest balls in Johnny’s, or go bleach my damn eyes because I saw Yamada’s fucking orgasm face on a two-hundred-foot screen!”
